Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-02-09

"You could tell me nothing new.
You are only crucible for converting
bales of cloth into the precious ore that
all the world goes mad after. No doubt
you are all very we'll in your way, but
there are alchemists who could trans
mute our humdrum daily life into
golden verse or heavenly thought. TO
such a one I might listen; but you
and I have nothing in common"
"Not even our humanity?" asked
Solomon.
The stern face of the young girl
softened little, but only for B. mo-
ment.
"Nol" she answered, angrily, mot
even that. /, you know. am made o
the inferior clay, you of the pure por-
celain. Do you not remember how
even good, kind Aunt Hester told you
there were no young ladies with her,
only the seamstress. You are slightly
bored already, and think me odd
enough to amuse you for a while; but
if some of these gay ladies, among
whom | hear you are such g. favorlte,
were to come here, you would not even
know me. Good evening, SIR"
what q furious little radical, !"
thought Sol. with an uneasy laugh, as
he watched her retreating figure. After
all, he was not quite sure that she had
not spoken the truth.
II the calico frock had been B.
founced silk, for instance, how many
degrees more deferential would have
been his manner in presenting the
cherries?
Query the second:
Ii the calico frock had been walking
down Broadway about four O'Clock
in the afternoon, would he, Solomon
Griggs, of Griggs, Makem & Co., as
willingly escort it as ac1 oss those green
fields where, II the robins and blue
birds did make remarks, it was in
their own language?
Sol couldn't answer the questions
satisfactorily. but he went to bed and
dreamed all night of the little Diogenes
10 her calico frock.
That week and the next he waited
patiently for the first glimpse OF that
remarkable garment coming around
the corner, but in vain. And when,
in such a very careless manner that
it was quite remarkable, he wondered
audibly "where that odd little girl
lived whom he saw on the eve of his
arrival" Aunt Hester answered dry
ly, "Aways up thereabouts," pointing
with her hand. She boarded, she be-
lieved, with some queer sort Of folks
there; though, for that matter, she
was queer enough herself. And this
was absolutely all she would say on
the subject.
The next day Sol took it upon him.
self to wander up that way, "there-
abouts," and was rewarded with q,
glimpse of the calico frock going
through a broken gate; and, following
it closely, came up with the wearer as
she was about to enter the dilapidated
front door, at which piece of imper-
Thence she Was so much incensed as
to turn very red, while tears actually
started to her eyes.
"What do you want ?" she asked
sharply enough.
"To sec you," replied Sol, who,
taken by surprise, could think of
nothing but the truth.
"Well, you have seen me-now go!"
"But it's q warm day, and l am
very tired"
stI can't help that. It's not my
faults it 20
"You might ask me to walk in and
sit down, if you were not as hard
hearted as Huron"
"This is not my house."
"You would then, if it were?"
81 don't say that
"Well, then, am thirsty; give me g.
glass of water
"There is the well, and an iron cup
fastened to it by chain; help your
SELF"
"You inhospitable little nissan
thrope!"
But she was gone, and the next time
he inquired for her, Aunt Hester told
him, with a malicious twinkle of the
eye, that she was gone to the city.
Perhaps the good soul had been
troubled with visions of future Mrs.
Griggs, and was not altogether dis
pleased that an insurmountable bar
rier was placed between 'that odd
Rachel Hart and her nephew Sol, who
was good boy, but didn't know the
ways Of women"
Be that as it may, her Joy was
shortly turned into mourning, for
Solomon received dispatches requiring
his immediate presence in the city.
At least so he said, for Aunt Hester
was immovable in her conviction that
"that Rachel was somehow at the
bottom of it." She even limited as
much to Solomon when he babe her
good-by, but he only laughed and told
her to take care of herself.
After all, business could not have
been SO very pressing, as he spent the
greater portion of his time wandering
through lanes and back streets, not
infrequently dashing down alleys with
the inexplicable exclamation of
That's herr" from whence he always
returned very red in the face and
sheepish in expression.
Three months had passed away,
when he nearly ran against little wo-
man, who looked up in his face with
sardonic smile.
"Your eyesight s.not SO good in the
city, Mr.. Griggs. You don't know me
here"